I wish I could've held you for just a moment more a moment long enough to feel like a lifetime. But you were like sand. soft, warm, beautiful and no matter how tightly I tried to hold on, you kept slipping through my fingers, grain by grain, memory by memory. I kept trying, thinking maybe love could stop time, maybe my heart could make you stay. But the harder I tried, the faster you faded like a sunset that refuses to wait for someone still learning to say goodbye. Now all I'm left with are traces of you in the lines of my hands, in the spaces between my thoughts, in the ache that never really leaves. Sometimes I still look at my palms and wonder. was it love that slipped away, or was it me who couldn't hold on to something that was never meant to stay?